Scarcity of phrase,
Once regarded in adoration,
Takes another phase,
Undergoing a transformation.
And hence,
Negligence.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
This wound
I keep tonguing,
To keep from healing,
Refuses to fade
Because of my endless efforts.
But why would I do such a thing?
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 6:26 AM UTC
You make my stomach churn.
And not in a good way.
When you pry me open with your yearning eyes,
Your yearning eyes that burn through my flesh,
That tear away violently at everything that is me,
And leave me a hollow shell of being,
Separate from all you believe me to be.
Left to feel the blame, and lifeless.
Guilt to wash over me
Like crashing black waves.
I wish not to possess your heart,
I shove it away.
I am not the girl you think I am.
I am not the girl you think I am.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
I’m belly-side up,
Vulnerable.
Naked, without guard.
And I hand you the blade,
To carve out my heart.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
On the factory line,
I am a product of society.
Manufactured by design,
Structured by a nation of notoriety.
Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 1:49 AM UTC
Your love is endless,
And renders me senseless,
Leaving me breathless,
Destroys my defenses,
Expelling pretenses.
Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
The ladder,
The one I’m forced to climb.
A lack of friction, I seem to find,
As I take the rung into my fingers.
And the vertigo sensation lingers.
I know my lesson,
Why should I persist?
Brace my feet, step up, and
Slip.
The question:
Should I give up
And fall regardless?
Or continue
And say I tried this?
With this knowledge, then,
What good is
The latter?
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:49 PM UTC
You speak with discretion.
I attempt a reply,
Struck by apprehension.
Sitting in anticipation,
Awaiting the revelation,
Of your outright lie.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:48 PM UTC
The blacktop stings the palms of my hands and burns my fingertips.
My legs feel the crunch of gravel beneath them.
I spit blood. Warm and metallic.
Somehow I manage to rise to my feet.
My knees are in shock. They quake profusely.
I stare at you, astounded. The sun lights your face.
A warm smile appears there.
A sharp blow to the stomach.
Back down.
Pain shoots up my spine.
My head throbs. With each beat, I hear your name.
Again, I crawl from my knees to my feet.
Desperation.
And again, you strike me down.
Repeat the process.
Repeat the process.
Repeat the process.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC
With a potent kiss,
Delve into the depths of my jaded heart and lose yourself in me,
Burrow and latch yourself inside.
Synchronize with the remains of my mortal being.
Surge through a mess of broken veins and arteries,
Interfere with the synapses in my brain and dizzy my fragmented mind.
Send me dancing through a euphoria of vertigo.
Become a part of me, with a potent kiss.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC